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    Later, Harlee emerged from the bathroom, her damp hair loosely dried. She swapped her bathrobe for simple,fortable loungewear.


    After checking updates on the assassin leaderboard, she grabbed her modifiedptop and walked straight to Rhys’ room.


    Inside, Rhys had just gotten out of the shower and was now buried under his nket.


    “nning to smother yourself in there?” Harlee teased, setting theptop on the bedside table.


    Rhys didn’t respond, his muffled groans barely audible beneath the covers.


    Harlee pulled the nket down from his head, her tone yful.


    “I’ll stay with you tonight.”


    Rhys gazed at Harlee in disbelief, his wide eyes filled with shock.


    Harlee sat on the bed, her expression warm and tender—a stark contrast to the icy demeanor she’d shown earlier.


    Rhys’ eyes widened even more.


    He was still caught up in the weight of his earlier emotions, far from analyzing his actions or devising a meaningful n—so how had Harlee managed to be so upbeat all of a sudden? She had just stepped out of the shower, her skin exuding the clean, crisp aroma of soap.


    Draped in soft, casual attire, she appeared more serene and approachable than ever. She…


    Rhys’ eyes flickered with surprise as he sensed his thoughts had drifted elsewhere.


    Harlee climbed onto the bed with effortless grace, pulled the nket up around her, and settled in. She reached for theptop on the nightstand, ced it on herp, and said, “Shift over a bit—I need to get some work done first.”


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    Rhys stayed put.


    His gaze remained fixed on her, sharp and unyielding, as if trying to drive her away through sheer willpower.


    Calmly, Harlee spoke without looking up.


    “Stop staring like that. Tonight, I’ll be sharing this bed with you.”


    ording to her sources, the assassins had already tracked Christopher to this ce, and it was only a matter of time before they came for Rhys. Nightfall always made people more vulnerable because exhaustion could easily lull them into a deep slumber, and assassins thrived in the dark. Only by staying close to Rhys could she let her mind ease.


    Rhys’ demeanor shifted instantly.


    Earlier in the living room, he’d caught sight of the screen on Harlee’s phone and knew Waylon had put a hefty price on his life.


    Hearing her words now, he abruptly sat up.


    “The assassins are here?”


    The thought hit Rhys hard—Christopher and he were already in the crosshairs of those assassins? How had they acted so quickly? It exined Harlee’s frustration earlier when she discovered his reckless stunt.


    He’d acted impulsively, seeking a thrill without considering the fallout.


    “Correct,” Harlee gave a slight nod.


    “But they haven’t confirmed either of your identities yet—only that Christopher is staying in this vi.”


    Rhys’ brow furrowed. Only Christopher? Then why was she insisting on staying with him? He asked bluntly, “If Christopher is the one in danger, why did you choose to stay with me?” Harlee’s fingers hovered above herptop keys as she raised an eyebrow and met his gaze directly.


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